A golden arrow zipped by Xander's ear, and before anyone had time to react, it had already impaled Wrath straight through the chest, pinning him to the solid darkness below. Maggots and worms splashed and squirmed away from Wrath's stolen body. Xander fell to the floor, trying to crawl away as fast as possible. A flock of ravens descended from the darkness and surrounded him, pecking and clawing at his exposed skin awhile Apate laughed with a sadistic smile. Birds started dropping, one by one, with golden arrows impaling their bodies as they dissolved into the darkness. Xander whipped around, and standing above him was the glowing figure of Apollo.

The air was warm and the sun was bright. Xander absentmindedly flicked Snake's purple lighter, on and off, as he stared out at the breathtaking view through the window of the bedroom Canan assigned to him. Rocky green hills covered in lively green trees blanketed the surrounding area. Turquoise and cyan blue water lapped up on sandy strips of beach. Orange roofed houses scattered the neighbourhood, with beautiful outdoor pools, and Canan's vacation house was luxurious yet cosy, with a mixture of tan, blue and white furniture and accents.

France was known for having a gorgeous and charming countryside. Xander Grail, and his husband, Snake Averous, purchased a family chateau in Chinon’s Loire Valley. They were both history buffs. Xander was a world renowned archeologist, and travelled the world working at dig sites. He spent his life uncovering history’s lost treasures, and many times, succeeded in doing so. Snake was an Art History professor, and spent most of his time in central France teaching. He had another passion too, the study of Ancient languages. Summer was the time of year when the two lovers had nothing else to do except explore the world; attend historical lectures, and visit the greatest monuments and ruins together.